“Here?”
“Why, yes. Don’t you remember?”
Carman’s right eye wore a puzzled look.
“Don’t you remember?”
“Well, you’ve got me,” said Carman, with a little laugh of apology.
“Why, I understood,” Marley went on, “that in the event of your election I was to have a position here.”
“What as?”
“Why—as chief deputy.”
That right eye of Carman’s was fixed on him questioningly.
“Chief deputy?” he said finally. “Here—in my office?”